Sixty Six is Paul Weiland's misty-eyed reminiscence of coming of age in north London, loosely fictionalised and charting the trials of a bespectacled Jewish lad (Gregg Sulkin) who finds his lavish barmitzvah plans upstaged by England's push towards the World Cup final. Despite the whimsical voice-over and gloopy, sentimental tone, it's a hard film to dislike and boasts a wonderfully lugubrious performance from Eddie Marsan as the round-shouldered schlub of a dad. The sharp period details only fall down at the end, when Weiland inter-cuts the England team's celebrations with that of the family gathered at home. Their dentistry looks suspiciously 21st-century compared with the gummy smirk of gap-toothed Nobby Stiles.